A terrible turbulance is about to descend.
Eerie feel 'pon the air Cloudy conditions reign Something is going to happen Different not the same Because clouds misshapen Eerie feel 'pon the air Where will it go from here Is it a symbol of times? Danger on every front Life no longer worth a dime Eerie feel 'pon the air One time man had a purpose He made in God's image Had a desire to please Love God, felt call to worship Eerie feel 'pon the air All news casts tragedy Fear descending 'pon man But someday soon the end Peace and love God's game plan
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